Update from the heart of Serengeti
There’s a certain tension in the air, the kind you feel before a thunderstorm or a great event. It starts with the dust—low on the horizon, drifting upward in long, lazy spirals. Then come the echoes: the rhythmic pounding of thousands of hooves against sun-hardened earth, and the soft, distant calls that signal movement.
From the veranda of our lodge, the plains seem to stretch endlessly, a sea of golden grass and life. And now, that sea is stirring. The Great Migration has begun again.
The first herds of wildebeest have reached the central Serengeti, their movement precise yet chaotic, guided by ancient instinct rather than compass. Zebra march alongside them, their black-and-white contrast slicing through the monochrome of the savannah. It’s not just a migration. It’s the lifeblood of this land. Predators know it too. We’ve seen lions stirring with renewed intent, scanning the movement from rocky outcrops. Cheetahs have returned to favored vantage points, waiting for the weak or separated. The Grumeti River swells with anticipation, crocodiles lurking in silent readiness.
Nature doesn’t get more real than this. If you’ve ever wanted to feel the pulse of Africa in your chest, to stand where life and death dance on the same stage, this is the moment. The migration is not just movement. It’s memory, majesty, and miracle, wrapped into one breathtaking season.
